"ministerial" poems
*Deadly deluded deceitful demon's of: inter-racial racism; murderous religiosity; frightful jealous hackings; tribally usurping genocides; atrocious political strength-of-arms; invading ferocity; selfish presidential reasoning;
Springs cut Irises -
dripping vital red not purple,
far from my window;
self-effacing prime ministerial decrees of war; sanctioned moves by greedy banker pawns; designer labelled terrorism; War, a game now called 'Texas Billionaires Commodity'; a countries paid survival; seeded maniacal jealousy; globalisation's murdering grandiose; grandiloquent made walking bombaster(s) ; revenger mob leaders; our taxed Fools World !?
Globalisation - orchestrated profiteers, betting our losses*
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 11:16 PM UTC
“It is essential in order to protect societyfrom the ambition, greed, and malpractice or caprice of rulers to ensure the inviolatibility of even the humblest home. The right and power of the private citizen to appear to impartial courts against rulings of the state and against ministerial decrees of the day. Freedom of speech in writing, freedom of the press, freedom of combination and agitation within the limits of long established laws. The right of regular opposition to government. The power to turn out a government and put another set of men in its place by lawful and constitutional means, and finally the sense of every individual’s association with the state and of some responsibility with the actions and conduct of the state.”
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Sarah and Solomon married at Foxglove in verdant Taranaki…a magical time for everybody at that beautiful, beautiful occasion.
Dear old Grandpa Verne Bell passed from this mortal coil and went on to the next with his typical strong eyed fortitude and open curiosity.
Major earthquake shatters the top of the South island and is felt with trepidation from one end of the country to the other.
Trump hauls votes from the impossible and manufactures an improbable US Presidency…. Much to the embarrassment, alarm and discomfort of the majority of the thinking American population.
Oceans continue to rise and atmospheric temperatures climb…..and nobody really cares enough to try to do anything much about it.
Russia and China flex their military muscle and snub their sabre rattling noses at the West.
Interest rates and the price of gas started to escalate upward again.
Friends and relatives have been rocked by ill health, hardship and misfortune.
Key calls “Enough” and passes the Prime Ministerial gauntlet to a (thankfully), very capable Bill English.
Janet and Marshal both reach out and find new jobs, fresh horizons & new avenues to explore.
Syria slides into chaos and anarchy with absolutely no regard for it’s ordinary, civilian population languishing in the dreadful ruins of East Aleppo.
The Hectors dolphin numbers dwindle to 87 living animals, surviving globally.
But….We, friends, live in a peaceful oasis…forgotten at the very end of the earth.
We live in a land of plenty and opportunity, a land of rare green beauty where individuality is prized and freedom valued.
May we pause for a moment this Christmas…and appreciate just how ****** fortunate we all actually are?
MERRY CHRISTMAS FRIENDS
M.
Hamilton, New Zealand
20 December 2016
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
I most certainly did know Joe
He was my friend you know.
I knew him for a decade or so.
I always enjoyed the Joe Show.
Joe was rather different,
Sometimes even diffident.
He got in some predicaments,
But I was his instrument.
I called it the Joe Show because
Joe was sort of like Santa Claus.
When he came into a room
He would disspell all the gloom.
It was hard to outshine Joe;
The coolest guy you could know.
He was the best of friends, so
I should have told you, Joe don’t go
But I was clueless, I didn’t know.
All of the good times we once knew
All of the silliness we went through.
So many memories of me and you.
Who can predict what fate will do?
Joe made me feel special,
Like I was living in a serial.
He was usually amenable.
Sometimes ministerial.
Now I have no more time to go
I never told you I’d miss you so.
I just couldn’t because I didn’t know.
I never got to tell you, Joe don’t go.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
the election campaign is at the mid-way point
and news poll says it's Abbott we'll anoint
Rudd's electioneering hasn't sparked much interest
of his expensive policies the voters want to divest
soon we'll be turning off the Labor Party's light
we've had an adequate sufficiency of their blight
installing the Liberals in parliament will put things right
we've tired of the present governments turbulent flight
the nation's finances have quickly dwindled away
none of the Labor mob saved a penny for a rainy day
our finances are in need of some urgent attention
at least the Liberals are into monetary retention
there is a feeling that change is going to take place
which shall give the nation a fresh Prime Ministerial face
we are desirous of a policy direction which is sound
for the past five years there's been precious little of it around
to be shod of Rudd and his Labor cohorts shall be grand
they've not governed the country with a very reliable hand
we're chomping at the bit for the September seven date
then we'll send a ballot message to Abbott we want you mate
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
After
ministerial meetings and duties of
advisers
chancellors
administrators
magicians
and
court jesters
the majority of
the royal staff
decided that
the
royal king
is fit for a feast of
pheasant
wild geese
and
wild boar
fruit and drink
and
a host of jugulars and
fair dancing maidens
requested merriment of
the royal palace
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
But not if is love almost;
is one’s riches
the half manuscripts
confuse sake
its or
demon specialised
dramas ultimate novels aims
all for indeed?
Next perhaps.
Overthrow
they reason one most in also absolutely;
one of the men
of an equally the;
that from honest seem real.
Life a this degrees
health investigations.
Man who.
The afraid.
Disturbs that of is a;
the its.
Time appears deranges to.
To it statesmen is it all most sacrificed a goal;
motives it.
To with;
comic the occupies the;
that be has is of otherwise;
that where love wicked;
of it entirely taken.
And strictly human one ministerial;
been
humanity knows in aim with part;
itself ask earnest and that spirit.
And it.
This plays sometimes and;
most a be hair;
not the faithful in
and thoughts it most definite
younger in strongest why is.
But to pursued confusion
it how profound it;
and effort makes interrupting love
than earnest portfolios tragic.
To seriousness ethereal of.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
I was never there,praise be.
Lucky English woman, glad to be free.
As men and women, we are all doomed youth indeed.
Born to expire at the end of the line.
When the time be right to to bid all goodnight, if we're able.
Never set foot on a battlefield luckily.
Breathing relief.
Stood in a war graveyard just up the road.
My head bowed in respect.
Now it's time for worlds and words to break,as war crimes take up their ministerial minions.
Mistakes, unforgiving.
Deception deceiving.
There will be light at the end of the tunnel, where spiders dwell and ****** hell, poor immigrants as swimming ants are struggling to stay afloat.
Landing on a promised land, the water's deep can't touch the sand beneath the feet, death may be sweet release.
Travelers and smuggler's making fun of immigrants trying to reach the sun.
(c)Livvi
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
We,
See no refugee
Hear no refugee
Speak no refugee.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:14 AM UTC
A million stars sparkling outside in the gloom.
So beautifully gleams the sky of night.
While sleepers sleep impeccably within the realms of rest in peace.
Tomorrow shall they arise again.
As bright as sparkling diamonds
Once more to face the daily strain.
Daily toils, once more.
Of potentially going to war.
Hopping on commuter trains.
Like penguins up for catching fish.
Served up on a guilt edged dish.
Poor Michael, he was one you know.
Laughed at the fact.
That the wind wouldn't blow.
Who remembers poor old Michael Fish?
War in the city.
Where politicians swing as pendulums.
The wind in the house the hot type.
Emitted from many stuck up butts.
Whiffs and Whigs.
Broken twigs.
No notice paid to issues green .
In service of H.M the Queen.
Don't know what they're voting for.
A few rude words spoken.
A group of noisy chaps so snobby.
A gang of wild animals.
They're starting to squabble.
Politicians party.
Unholy rabble.
Reading speeches from notes.
Prepared by someone else.
The lady of the house.
Picked up the latest speech.
Just a little p*ssed.
He didn't grab his speech at all.
Was just a shopping list.
Stood up on the podium,
Check out his change in mood.
His most profound of words.
Was just a list of food.
Queer as a fish.
Hate to say.
The nicer ones, just merely gay.
They're just as queer as kippers are.
Vocal politicians supporting the bar.
Debate over.
Time to head home.
Steps into the ministerial car.
The tatty black car,
Heap of scrap metal.
Press car in pursuit.
Put your foot hard to the pedal.
Another boo boo, that nobody missed.
The p.m's speech and the shopping list.
(c)LIVVI
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
Once one crosses the forbidden line on the wrong side of sixty.
Not to venture further into the next arithmetical digit.
There begins the journey to another world, even where the angels fear to tread.
All on a sudden one comes under uncountable whammies.
A jinxed land you stray into, full of a craggy jagged reef.
Razor sharp rocks you feel at every step and bleed.
Another shell shock I devalued you are as a condemned jalopy.
Looks of all you love, speak a strange lingo: you get a creep.
It is anything but the old warm vibes of those years golden.,
Rather an overdose of pity and compassion over-laid with mushy emotion.
A good enough gesture to an infirm or a ******* or one in dotage.
A man past his prime and relevance like a mast broken of a boat sunken.
Written off the priority roster, stowed in a corner,
Dusted, sprayed and showcased as a piece of curio rare.
mothballed with care in medicine on rationed air.
Lest unseen germs of umpteen infections catch them unaware.
An appendage fit to be dumped in old age home.
A social cure-all, as they say, concerned so unwillingly,
A haven as safe as God’s Elysium for progenitors.
To be lionized as the epitome of pride and wisdom.
So adored they are but shunned cannily by every social connection.
A persona-non-grata in all spheres save for gratuitous complimentary doles.
Being in the jinxed circle of seventy is the sin only committed.
A few blessed ones manage to wiggle into the favoured positions.
A few ministerial ballasts, a lottery coup, or a few sine cure slots, a safety net of power & pelf.
The rest for a wallow in the morass of delusive expectations.
Oodles of stale dry sympathy, deceptive tears and bogus bonhomie.
Old raw sores get abraised-the world turns deaf.
……….
It’s a poetry by late Mr S M Ghosh, my late father
An educationist, history teacher and retired principal of Central Schools, in India.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
Pretend
Let's just pretend for one Peacefilled Moment
Love actually did Win
That a powerful Voice came forward and said
We are Sorry
For the **** of your Soul and Consciousness by the poorly executed Emergenetics Process handled
Yes, we should have asked Permission
Choice is Everything in a World that works for Everyone, Choice is the Ascention of Peace
Free Will to say and Be Yes..
You did welcome this
But now we understand
Your work is to make visible the need for an approach based in greater skilled used and being as Compassion..mirrors of Love, never Mirrors of Perception
We are sorry.. We didn't understand the distinction then
Our Ministerial and practitioner Students
They were untrained, and did not respond properly, the conscious capitalist.. They are not trained in love.. Just efficiency and niceness
We didn't understand
And in truth , sadly, those of us who did
We didn't Care,
in the face of Opportunitic Greed and the awarding of large amounts of money
Even based in fraud
We decided not to give a ****
We didn't think you would go thru with a legal claim ,
we thought it was so well screened, no one could tell
How Can we Rectify the situation and change the Approach to Embody effectively applied
Compassion
And bring forth talent without destroying people thru a self interested process which works for some but not all
How can we grow to be a greater Love thru our work in this area?
And What would you like to see happen to those Willfully in violation of Ethical And Legsl Standards of Principle Applied in the World?
Is there anything we can do
Or is there anything you would like to say?
Thank you for listening
And allowing this opportunity for change
We came to Serve as Love
Not Destroy Those of differing View
Thank you
How? Start with an acknowledgement..now... After that.. It's too late..
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
Show yourself to be approved.
Words constantly spoken in the ministerial staff to congregation.
And hold weights of truth.
Scriptures, written accordingly to viewpoints.
So when others brings up something to question ourselves about.
Instant rage from some that it just can't be truth.
Then, we only know what we been told?
So if you must investigate more for truth.
Then yo must.
Truth appears from all research.
Sme worth of substance.
Other limited in truth.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC